Drink in your sorrow from a paper cupand watch as the sinking sunslips away into an infinite poolof cloud and sky.Streaks of orange and red as rich as theover-ripe peaches you would pickwith herfor ice cream.

Look into your cupsee the deep orange swirl of the sorrow you drink.Notice the taste on your tonguesweet like a juicy tangerine.Feel the evening breeze against the fine hair onyour bare arms andon your sun-kissed shoulders.Breathe inand then let it go.

See the breeze blow specks of orange and goldlike tangerine dustinto the world around you.Look into your cup of sorrow,once full, now empty.The air smells sweetlike Tupelo honey and sunshinelike mandolins and peach ice creamlike tangerines.

Does she still remember times like these?

Author Bio:Christy Anna Jones, a writer and poet, holds a BA in Psychology from the University of Georgia. Sober for four years, Christy is currently addicted to Belvita cookies, Amazon Prime, and The Game of Thrones. Writing, running, and music all help keep her (semi-) sane. An avid poet in her youth, Christy again turned to poetry to help her process her grief after losing her mom, aunt, and beloved dog all to cancer. Christy’s work has appeared in a variety of publications, including: Halcyon Magazine, Emerge Literary Journal, and Melancholy Hyperbole. Christy lives in Texas with her husband, cat, two dogs, two donkeys and twelve cows, but Georgia will always be on her mind. Visit Christy at ChristyAnnaJones.com.